Hong Kong

Saxurday morning in Dong Hai

Good morning. Greetings from rainy rainy Dong Hai Vietnam. We came South, leaving behind December sunshine, thinking it would get more sunny the further South we travelled. We were wrong. Northern Vietnam has four seasons, and Southern two. Rainy and Dry. I think we might have missed the Dry.

But much to the bemusement of the staff, and in rainy season, there’s a lot of them with a lot of time on their hands, to stand around and gaze and smile, we started today with a swim. In the gorgeous and just warm enough infinity pool that brushes the Chinese ocean. All to ourselves. Feeling like you’re in the sea when you’re not. I imagine in the dry season everything is hotter, busier, more crowded. I am happy to have made the mistake. Happy that my charity shop raincoat has finally come into its own.

A private pool for Martin’s early morning dip

I am enjoying the hotel buffet breakfast. I love buffet breakfast in Asian Hotels. Absolutely everything you could possibly wish for. Look!

Martin opts for the eggs cooked to order, and I load up my plate with little bits of everything, that’s not meat. I’m remembering breakfast bliss outs in Portugal with the fabulous Ann Hartley, Pam Hayes and Anna Robinson. But ladies, you would not be impressed with this :

An empty fizz bucket. Ann, you need to sort them out!

I’ve been treating myself to lots of massages here in Vietnam. It’s part of their way of life out here, foot massages, body massage, manicure and pedicure. At prices that seem ridiculously cheap.

I had a Thai massage the other night. My fourth here in Vietnam. No pre questions. No forms or ‘are you suffering from anything?’. Just hop on and off we go. Interesting trying to get them to tread lightly on my almost recovered shoulder.

Last night the girl was a little rough. Very young. Very strong. In a little red Chinese pyjama suit, the shortest of shorts. The longest hair dangling down like a black curtain. Like a James Bond girl and me the baddie. The whole thing hilarious as she wants to do lots of work on my knees for some reason, but I’m really ticklish and just keep getting hysterics. So she gets on the couch with me, to sort of hold me down. Various restraining and limb holding poses. Crack crack. Thump thump. Pull pull. Hit hit. When she wants me to turn over she shouts HEY YOU! Mmmmm. I feel like a new black and blue woman. But today all feels wonderful. Well weird experience.

For my birthday Martin treated me to a 60 minute massage at The Peninsula. The two experiences could not be any more different. Note to self to write a separate article one day – Compare and contrast your massage experience at The Pen Hong Kong and Sunshine Resort, Dong Hai, Vietnam. Give examples to support, where necessary. Will be fun.

So that’s covered food and swimming and massage. All things I love everywhere in the world. The other thing I love is of course to try and play the saxophone. I rented one in HK, but could not bring it to Vietnam. But look, here in the reception area. Not exactly a blow up Father Christmas, but a dancing, sax playing one.

Happy Saxurday from me and Father Christmas.

By backstagestives

Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong
And previously....
Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.

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